A master of comedy!

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

This ancient temple, with a history of over a thousand years, is now in ruins, with severed limbs and bloodstains of monks scattered everywhere, staining this once serene Buddhist sanctuary.

When the Longhua Sect attacked Luoyang, the White Horse Temple, as the ancestral temple of Buddhism, sent its experts to fight back. The four great monks joined forces with the experts of the Luoyang branch of the Xuanqiong Division to resist Ying Fantian, the leader of the Longhua Sect.

Unfortunately, Ying Fantian had already successfully survived five heavenly tribulations and become an Earth Immortal, while the highest cultivation level among the four great monks was only at the fourth tribulation realm.

They may seem to be only one realm apart, but they are worlds apart.

In this battle, all four great monks perished, and even their Buddha bones and golden bodies were not preserved, as they were killed by Ying Fantian with his unparalleled demonic power. The experts of the Xuanqiong Division branch were also completely wiped out.

Afterwards, Ying Fantian entered the White Horse Temple and seized the Buddha's relics from the pagoda to cultivate, preparing to further enhance his cultivation before the arrival of the imperial army.

The Shakyamuni relics were the supreme sacred objects of the White Horse Temple, and the monks in the temple naturally risked their lives to protect them. Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, they could only lose their lives in vain.

Inside the Mahavira Hall.

The overturned golden statue of Buddha lay sprawled on the ground, while Ying Fantian, the leader of the Longhua Sect, sat upright on the Buddha's back, as if he had trampled the entire Buddhist sect under his feet.

He wore a black robe, his hair was white and messy like silver snakes, and his face was etched with the wrinkles of time, but his aura was becoming more and more powerful and astonishing, like a dragon swallowing clouds and spitting mist, domineeringly absorbing the spiritual energy of the Buddha's relic in his hand.

Click!

As he circulated his profound power, his aura grew stronger and stronger, until finally even the huge golden Buddha statue beneath his feet cracked.

This is where he secluded himself.

After capturing Luoyang and killing several powerful cultivators who had transcended tribulation, he was also injured. Therefore, after ordering the massacre of the city, he immediately went to the White Horse Temple to forcibly seize the Buddha's relics.

The White Horse Temple has been a place of incense offerings for a thousand years, and it is full of spiritual energy. This golden Buddha statue stands at the very center of this spiritual energy, so he simply pushed it over and sat on it himself.

Luoyang, one of the most prosperous ancient cities in the world, is now filled with bloodshed and screams.

But to him, it sounded exhilarating, like celestial music.

The profound skill cultivated by Ying Fantian was created by a powerful figure who had once betrayed Buddhism. It is called "Boundless Demon Buddha," which originated from Buddhism but evolved into a demon. It can also forcibly absorb Buddhist relics to enhance its power.

After several days of practice, the Buddha relic, which was originally radiant with Buddha light and contained vast Buddha power, had dimmed considerably, leaving only a few scattered glimmers of light, like a flickering candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

Ying Fantian's aura became even more astonishing. Not only had his injuries fully recovered, but his cultivation had also greatly improved. As he circulated his profound arts, his appearance even began to resemble the golden body of the Buddha.

But just as his momentum was about to reach its peak, Ying Fantian was suddenly jolted and then immediately opened his eyes.

Beneath those jet-black pupils surged a will like magma, as if capable of melting everything in the world into charcoal—domineering yet profound.

Even from dozens of miles away, he seemed to already see the mysterious and powerful enemy that had suddenly appeared inside Lao Jun Mountain.

"stop!"

A furious roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire roof of the White Horse Temple, and then his figure vanished in an instant.

A few breaths later, the enormous golden statue of Buddha was blown away by the wind and slowly turned into dust.

……

Inside Laojun Mountain.

Su Yulong was the first to realize something was wrong. He used the Golden Light Earth Escape Technique to escape with all his might, covering at least several hundred miles in one breath. But why was he still going around in circles in this cave?
Is it a case of being trapped in a maze?
No, it's that the rules of heaven and earth have changed in some way. Forward is no longer forward, it may be backward, left and right are reversed, and heaven and earth are in reverse order.

As a powerful being at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he keenly sensed the fluctuations in the rules, as if he were not in the main altar, but in some unknown cave world.

A startling guess popped into my head.

Legend has it that when a person's cultivation reaches a thousand years, an incredible change may occur, and they may comprehend the legendary "Taoist temple".

When one understands the divine, the grotto-heaven naturally forms.

Within the temple, the rules of heaven and earth can be rewritten to a certain extent. For example, water can flow backward, time can be reversed, and dusk can shine at dawn.

When the universe is turned upside down in the sleeve, dusk cooks the morning sun.

Therefore, in the sacred sites of Bodhisattvas and immortals, many extraordinary phenomena rarely seen in the human world often appear, such as flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses springing from the ground. Finally, Su Yulong returned to his original spot, along with Xie Xuanjun and Fang Xiangshi.

"A thousand years of cultivation, a divine abode!"

Su Yulong stared at the figure in the blue robe, upright and handsome, with slightly graying temples, and his gaze softened, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"The legendary actor Zhou Sheng truly lives up to his reputation."

"All three of you, come at me together."

Zhou Sheng gazed at them quietly, then slowly drew his sword fingers together. In the void, a clear and melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, suddenly rang out.

The Pure Yang Divine Sword is poised to be unsheathed.

"Seize the Holy Maiden!"

In the nick of time, Fang Xiangshi's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he seized the only chance of survival and lunged at Jinse on the other side.

Su Yulong and Xie Xuanjun worked together in perfect unison to stop Zhou Sheng, buying time for Fang Xiangshi to take the hostages.

But Zhou Sheng only took one step, and Yin and Yang were reversed, and reality and illusion were mixed together. He passed directly in front of the two of them and stood in front of Jinse.

Clang!
The Pure Yang Divine Sword was drawn from its sheath, its fiery red blade like a bolt of lightning tearing through the void, incredibly fast and incredibly sharp.

The Crimson-Clad Demon King Fang Xiangshi instantly transformed into ten thousand blood crows, attempting to bewitch Zhou Sheng.

However, Zhou Sheng didn't even look at it. With a flick of his sword, the pure yang fire roared like thunder, and countless sword energies bloomed like golden lotuses in the fire.

Those tens of thousands of blood crows were all reduced to ashes in an instant.

A scream rang out as Fang Xiangshi burst out of the sword energy storm, but his left arm had been severed at the root, and his body was covered with countless fine sword marks.

His eyes almost showed a look of disbelief. This kind of swordsmanship was called the God of Play.

Just kidding!

At this moment, Su Yulong and Xie Xuanjun also joined forces to attack.

"With the young master injured, the sect leader will surely be alerted. We only need to hold out for a moment, and once the sect leader arrives, we will surely be able to turn the tide and win!"

At this moment, this is the only way they can comfort themselves.

Zhou Sheng looked at Su Yulong and saw that his hands trembled like lotus flowers as he unleashed seven different killing techniques in one go, sometimes transforming into wind and thunder, sometimes into giant mountains, with terrifying power.

Xie Xuanjun, on the other hand, drew down the light of the Purple Star, which transformed into chains of stars, attempting to bind Zhou Sheng's hands and feet.

"Purple Star, did I ask you to appear?"

Zhou Sheng raised his eyes, his dragon-like gaze seemingly piercing through the distant sky, and saw the radiant Ziwei Star.

The next moment, the Purple Star suddenly dimmed and became almost invisible to the naked eye.

Xie Xuanjun let out a muffled groan, as if he had been backfired by the supernatural power. His face turned pale, and the star chains broke inch by inch.

If I do not speak, the stars will remain invisible.

A strong shock flashed in Xie Xuanjun's eyes. He had seen others use their magic field before, but none had such heaven-defying power!
There is only one explanation: Zhou Sheng not only possesses high cultivation, but the path he cultivates is also extremely extraordinary, far surpassing ordinary paths!

As for Su Yulong, Zhou Sheng was somewhat interested. He deliberately held back his strength and only used the Golden Light Divine Mantra to exchange a few moves with the opponent, experiencing the profoundness of the Twelve Divine Powers.

"Your supernatural abilities are impressive, but unfortunately you're not using them correctly. This Heaven-Turning Seal should be used like this."

As he spoke, Zhou Sheng formed hand seals, conjuring a majestic Kunlun phantom that stretched for thousands of miles, resembling a blue dragon. Finally, it crashed down like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, directly shattering Su Yulong's various supernatural powers, causing him to cough up blood and fall to the ground, his white clothes stained red.

In just a few breaths, he had already learned the opponent's supernatural power and deduced it even more perfectly, making its power even more astonishing.

...(End of this chapter)